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𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗔𝗘𝗛

The morning sun spills into my room through tiny gaps in my blinds. I slowly open my eyes, and lift my head off my sketchpad.

I must've fallen asleep.

I rub my eyes and get off the bed, walking into the bathroom to freshen up.

Tomorrow I'm probably going to take out my braids, they're starting to look real old now. Just dreading it, because it takes such a long time.

Today is Saturday, and also the day of Damien's business event. It's probably a good thing I said no anyway, because day 2 on your period is the heaviest.

After my shower, I throw on some comfortable clothes. A black shirt and beige sweatpants. I felt like wearing something different.

I grab a little snack and go to the living room. I'm pretty sure my ankle's fully healed by now.

Hearing chatter from Damien's office, I narrow my eyes. Since I'm a nosey person, I have the urge to creep up to the door and listen to their conversation yet I decide against it because I couldn't care less. Or because of what happened last time.

As I get comfortable on the sofa, the door to his office swings open and he walks out with a man behind him. I ignore it, focusing my attention back on the show ahead of me.

"You didn't mention you had someone over," The man says, yet I don't lokk at him.

"Ignore her. She's a cleaner." Damien lies. A cleaner?

Good job Damien, because your cleaner would be watching TV in your living room, right? Obviously I don't say that aloud, because I think he's a client, so I keep my mouth shut and ignore his unnecessary lie.

"How come she's watching TV?" He asks, as they stop to have a little conversation by the doorframe of the living room. It wouldn't hurt to have a little fun, would it?

I turn around and flash him a charming smile. "I'm off-duty today, Damien's keeping me around for..." I quickly glance at Damien, winking. Looking at the man again, I say, "I think you can guess what I mean." The man furrows his brows confused, before disgust takes over his facial features.

As Damien ushers him to the elevator, I catch a glimpse of his anger. It's so strong that I can feel it all the way from here. I give him a finger-wave goodbye, with a sly smirk and his jaw ticks.

Once the man is fully gone, Damien walks into the living room, eerily calmer than he was before. Something dark swims in his eyes, yet I can't put my finger on it. I raise a brow, as he walks right up to my face, blocking my view from the TV. "Can I help you?" I ask, unimpressed.

"Refrain from driving my clients away." He says sternly, but I don't pay him any attention. His hand comes up to grip my chin, and he lowers his head, bringing his face so close I can feel his breath on my lips.

"Refrain from touching me." I retort, but it comes out breathlessly. He smirks, and I feel his free hand grab me by my waist. My breathing shallows.

"That's not what you were suggesting when speaking to my client." His gaze flicks to my lips, then back to my eyes. He looks so good.

I find myself closing my eyes, leaning in, and so does he. He places a chaste, barely there kiss on my lips. I feel him pull away, and I open my eyes to look at him. His eyes ask for permission, and I nod.

He grabs me by my waist, lifting me like I weigh nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and did the same with my arms to his neck as he kisses me hungrily. His mouth works at a fast pace against mine, and I do my best to keep up.